CatastropheA Poem by libby louIn my hiding place I face the past that haunts me and bury myself in forgotten dreams sending sparks of little white lies and cleanse my soul with misery and skip rocks of catastrophe and all at once catch handfuls of life. © 2011 libby lou |
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1 Review Added on January 31, 2011 Last Updated on January 31, 2011 Authorlibby louin the hollars of, KYAboutU can call me Libby & im made up fully of flaws I add another candle to my cake every year on the 3rd day of July Im a strong believer that Good things fall apart so better thing can fall together I.. more..Writing
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